The Wobbly Tooth

Happy Birthday Jack



My grandson is five years old
He has a wobbly tooth
He is the best boy in the world
That is the simple truth

He takes me walking in the rain
He likes the stuff I bring him
He reads to me the books I wrote
He says he likes my singing

I got him a Magic set

And a book on animal pooh

His mum just shakes her head and says

Oh boys what can I do?

Each Monday I meet him from school

We have fun and eat ice cream

But I see that he is growing up

He has his own ideas and dreams

We no longer go on dragon hunts

We are too mature for that

Mammoths rest safe in tree top nests

I suppose I should be glad

Now dinosaurs and transformers

Are what he wants to see

And one thought torments this old mind

What if he outgrows me?